Haunted are my dreams,
In the cool winters nite.
Haunted is my soul,
Hidden away, out of sight.
Haunted are my days,
Forever in a dream.
Haunted for all time,
Or so at least it does seem.
Darkness is my home,
Once lost, but now found.
I embrace it willingly,
Darkness, my holy ground.
I am not evil,
This I must say.
Judge me accordingly,
By my works each day.
For without darkness,
There would be no light.
It was here first,
God separated the day from the night.
Haunted are my thoughts,
As you probably do see.
Life is complex,
And it's the same of me.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
Leaves dance gently across the ground,
As children laugh and play.
In it, so much beauty to be found,
On this cool, crisp autumn's day.
The season of summer's end,
When the tree's colors bloom,
The squirrels on thier gathering trend,
Prepare for winters gloom.
The time of spooks, goblins, and such.
And even a day of thanksgiving,
In which we show we're thankful for much,
In the lives we are living.
It's also a season when I ponder,
On the previous year before,
And let my mind slowly wander,
On family, love, and more.
See, it's a season that shows,
That what begins, must end,
And let's us all know,
And that we too, must someday end.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
I awake. It’s so dark, damp and cold,
And there’s a stench, of something old.
I’m lying down, I can feel some sort of lace,
It’s all around, even hanging in my face.
I can feel my clothing, a suit maybe,
But can’t be sure, it’s too dark to see.
I try to move, but there’s no room to,
I yell, maybe someone will hear, but who?
Behind the lace, is something hard like steel,
I beat against it so long, my head begins to reel.
A panic over takes me, I don’t like it here,
And nobody knows I’m there, so I fear.
Last I knew, I was driving, drinking my coke,
Then all the sudden, it’s here I awoke.
Now I’m locked, in some sort of box,
And so dark, can’t see any latches or locks.
Wait a minute,… no, no, not now,
A coffin? It can’t be, but how?
I’m not dead, this is just a dream,
I’ll try to wake myself, maybe with a scream.
And scream as I may, scream as I might,
I’m still locked away, locked away from light.
In my box, I’ve been laid here to rest,
And soon my soul, will be put to the test.
In my box, I hear little squishing sounds,
All about and around, buried here, underground.
Must be the worms, waiting to feed,
My rotting flesh, their desire, their need.
I thought when you die, your soul floated away,
Floated out your body, so some say.
But here I sit, and there’s nothing I can do,
Take heed of my words, It’ll happen to you too.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
The silence sings to me when the darkness comes,
It is a song that that dances on the night breeze.
It tells me of things that might have become,
As it echoes through the branches of the trees.
Many days have passed, with many years.
And all of them were a test of will.
Many joys, but mostly pain with many tears,
A battle that raged, mostly uphill.
But the song of the night, in darkness sings,
Some may call it their conscious being.
It puts to ease, my heart, about many things,
And shows me that I might have missed seeing.
I embrace the night and all it holds.
Day being my enemy, my unfortunate reality.
In the black void, my mind molds,
My dreams into mine own reality.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
I feed wearily upon my pain,
It's become a close friend.
Heart set asunder in twain,
Wounds that never heal nor mend.
Through my fingers does happiness slip,
Just when I think it's been found.
But misery doesn't let go its grip,
The roller coaster of emotions abound.
Caught between who I am and who they want me to be,
I have many hard choices to make.
All I want is to be accepted for me being me,
Is that too much-is that really a mistake?
So I embrace my pain everyday,
Holding it tightly to my chest.
And take whatever life throws my way,
It's mine. At least in that I can rest.
© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson
